What is a new year? The dawn of another cycle of thoughts and hopes measured in months, weeks, days and hours of blood sweat and toil?
A new year could be the suspense of reality, the procrastination that pushes us to believe everything becomes rosier the next time round. Change of political regimes and systems, better fortune, an opening of new opportunities. Or is it that subtle reminder we so much disapprove of that reminds us, the clock is winding down.
I prefer the abstract outlook. No chronology, no spectacular demarcations by events. A walk into the twilight armed with nothing but assurance that whatever comes my way, God will have prepared me for it.
There are times I get that overwhelming and overbearing feeling that I have reached the limit of it all. At such times when people who depend on me look at me and expect me to push the unmovable, even when I say I don't know how - they still know I can.
At such times I find immense growth, I seek purpose and meaning in why I am where I am and most times I never find that answer. But I find more reassurance because I come out on top of things, and so every other time I encounter situations beyond me, I rely on God.
Once, driven to the edge, out of my wits and strength, at the point my ability to be adequate when I was needed to seemed to fail, I asked a friend about 'these things.' He told me, anyone who is anyone in this world has had to undergo periods of doubt, discouragement and feelings of gross inadequacy. Asked why they thought they had to endure all these, they didn't know. But they mostly agreed that it made them better people. The 'heat' they reckoned, brought out the character in them, just like how color and flavor come out of a tea bag once it is stirred through hot water.
My friend told me that diamonds are just bits of coal that have undergone heat and pressure. A much simpler way of making it palatable that afflictions build character. What does all these have to do with a new year. It is not time measured in chronos nor logos to me.
They say experience is a hard teacher, you get the test first and the lesson after. I say to learn the lesson is much more important than measuring the detail involved. A day can be a thousand years, in much the same way a thousand years can be a day.

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Good job. It helps on the challenge to have a space between paragraphs. I'd say that trials don't make us stronger, rather that trials make us rely more on God and so we walk closer to Him as a result. In our weakness is our strength, and He wants us weak.